Shadow Mountain sunflower still grows at night

There was a grim stare plastered onto the shadow's face. His body stiffened, his tail finding a steady middle ground between tucked and erect. His ears twitched with feigned irritability, and a set of low, barely audible chuffs vibrated through his chest. It was all posturing, an effort to put on a show, but the stranger couldn't have known.

Packmates? the shadow asked, putting on an accent that not even he could place, How many? It occurred to him that the girl might have become uncomfortable, so in an effort to keep her from running away, the shadow expelled a deep breath and settled the hold on his brow. I may have, if you'll describe them.